Time passes the same everywhere
- These are paintings of time, of the impossible task of manually tracking something that moves across the sky while it transforms.
- Clouds are contradictions - ubiquitous but individual, foreboding, depressing, or beautiful, and sometimes all three. They are millions of tons floating effortlessly.
- Clouds are also frivolous, pretty and relatable outside of class, culture, or language. We look to them to escape, to daydream.
- I have come to believe in the power of escapism as a neutral field for connection. And the frivolity of tracking something on the canvas that is in constant motion - that meaningless challenge - has always point me towards an awareness of my own attention, of our smallness, and our own inescapable transience.